He began a forced marathon across the sand. He spent three days and three nights doing nothing but jumping, sprinting, and digging holes just to fill them back in. Slowly, the number ticked down. 8,000… 5,000… 3,000.
The apple was delicious, but as the magical glow faded, the number in his vision spiked. . He began a forced marathon across the sand
In the old days, Steve ate because the hunger bar rattled. A quick pork chop, a golden carrot, and he was back to sprinting across the plains. But since the "System Update," things were different. A small HUD in the corner of his vision didn't show drumsticks anymore. It showed a number: . 8,000… 5,000… 3,000
Suddenly, the world felt… heavy. When he tried to jump out of the mine, his knees buckled. He didn’t clear the one-block gap. He landed with a heavy thud , the sound of his boots hitting the stone echoing louder than usual. His movement speed dropped. He wasn't sprinting; he was waddling. In the old days, Steve ate because the hunger bar rattled
Steve sighed and ate the kelp. Being a hero was a lot more about diet than he ever expected.
By the time he reached the surface, his calorie count was sitting at a staggering . He looked down at his diamond armor—it looked tight. Every step cost him massive amounts of stamina. He tried to swing his pickaxe at a stray zombie, but the swing was slow and labored.